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2. While I lay resting on my bed

My thoughts arose on high;
My God, my Life, my Hope, I said,

Bring Thy salvation nigh.
3. I strive to mount Thy holy hill,

And climb the heav'nly road;
And Thy right hand upholds me still,

When I commune with God.

4. Thy mercy stretches o’er


The shadow of Thy wing;
My heart rejoices in Thine aid,

And I Thy praises sing.


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1. THOUSANDS, O Lord of Hosts, to-day

Within Thy temples meet;
And tens of thousands throng to pay

Their homage at Thy feet.
2. They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung,

In sweet and solemn lays;
Were I among them, my glad tongue

Might learn new themes of praise.
3. The dew lies thick on all the ground

Shall my poor fleece be dry ?
The manna rains from heaven around-

Shall I of hunger die ?
4. Behold Thy prisoner; loose my bands,

If 't is Thy gracious will;
If not, contented in Thy hands

Behold Thy prisoner still.
5. I may not to Thy courts repair,

Yet here Thou surely art;
O give me here a house of prayer;

Here Sabbath joys impart. MONTGOMERY,


C. M.
1. I WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of God!

And all Thy ways adore;
And every day I live, I long

To love Thee more and more.
2. Man's weakness, waiting upon God,

Its end can never miss
For man on earth no work can do

More angel-like than this.
3. He always wins who sides with God,

To him no chance is lost;
God's will is sweetest to him when

It triumphs at his cost.
4. Ill, that God blesses is our good,

And unblest good is ill;
And all is right that seems most wrong,

If it be His dear will !
5. When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison-walls to be,
I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to Thee.
6. I have no cares, O blessed Will!

For all my cares are thine;
I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou

Hast made thy triumphs mine.



C. M.
1. Author of good, we rest on Theo;

Thine ever watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,

Thy hand alone supply.
2. In Thine all-gracious providence

Our cheerful hopes confide;
O let Thy power be our defense,

Thy love our footsteps guide!

3. And since, by passion's force subdued,

Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,

And grasp the specious ill, -
4. Not that we wish, but what we want,

Thy mercy will supply!
The good unasked, O Father, grant;

The ill, though asked, deny!


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C. M.
1. Firm as the carth Thy Gospel stands,

My Lord, my Hope, my Trust,
If I am found in Jesus' hands,

My soul can ne'er be lost.
2. His honor is engaged to save

The meanest of His sheep;
All whom His heavenly Father gave,

His hands securely keep.
3. Nor death nor hell shall c'er remove

His favorites from his breast;
In the dear bosom of His love

They must forever rest.



C. M. Peculiar.
1. There is an hour of peaceful rest

To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distress’d,
A balm for every wounded breast-

’T is found above-in heaven.
2. There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of

A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,

And find repose-in heaven.
3. There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven ;
When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear-bat heaven.

4. There, faith lifts


her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene-in heaven.
5. There, fragrant flowers immortal bloom,

And joys supreme are given :
There, joys divine disperse the gloom-
Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven.



C. M. Peculiar.
1. This world is poor from shore to shore,

And, like a baseless vision,
Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,
Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;

There's nothing rich but heaven.
2. Empires decay, and nations die,

Our hopes to winds are given ;
The vernal blooms in ruin lie,
Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky;

There 's nothing sure but heaven.
3. Creation's mighty fabric all

Shall be to atoms riven-
The skies consume, the planets fall,
Convulsions rock this earthly ball;

There's nothing firm but heaven.
4. A stranger, lonely here I roam,

From place to place am driven;
My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom,
This earth is all a dismal tomb;

I have no home but heaven.
5. The clouds disperse—the light appears,

My sins are all forgiven ;
Triumphant grace has quelled my fears;
Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!

I'm on my way to heaven.

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1. I CAN not call affliction sweet;

And yet ’t was good to bear :
Affliction brought me to Thy feet,

And I found comfort there.
2. My wearied soul was all resign'd

To Thy most gracious will:
O had I kept that better mind,

Or been afflicted still !
3. Where are the vows which then I vow'd ?

The joys which then I knew?
Those, vanished like the morning cloud;

These, like the early dew.
4. Lord, grant me grace for every day,

Whate'er my state may be,
Through life, in death, with truth to say,

“My God is all to me." MONTGOMERY,


C. M.
1. In trouble and in grief, O God,

Thy smile hath cheered my way;
And joy hath budded from each thorn

That round my footsteps lay.
2. The hours of pain have yielded good,

Which prosperous days refused;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,

Spread fragrance when they ’re bruised. 3. The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs

By furious blasts are driven ;
So life's tempestuous storms the more

Have fixed my heart in heaven.
4. All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot

In other times may be,
I'll welcome still the heaviest grief

That brings me near to Thee.

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